Every morning when he'd come to pick you up, I would look forward to it all night long in bed next to you. Those nights when you were actually in the bed. And he would ring the doorbell - I felt like my heart would come out of my chest. He would smile, and we'd talk, and then you would come down the stairs. And I felt probably like someone who was terminally ill and somehow they managed to forget it for a minute. And then it all comes back!
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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12942 | 2021-05-07 08:11:21 | 111.56 | 100% |
8211 | 2017-07-27 14:40:48 | 110.36 | 99% |
8187 | 2017-07-27 00:09:01 | 108.21 | 100% |